"The Case Of The Fire Inside."

I hope you die, i hope we both die 23

Tommy's world was on fire.

Tommy was on fire.

He didn't even see it coming, was too stupid to even think that Dream would dare do something like that. He was reeling from what Dream told him about his sickness, coming to terms with the fact that Dream would go so far to damage his pelt just for the sake of knowledge, and then his pelt was in the fire.

The effect was instant.

Tommy's never been burnt. He only discovered fire a few weeks, and every time he even strayed close to a flame Wilbur would pull him back with a stern scolding and worried eyes. But there was no Wilbur to reach out and grab his pelt, to stop him from feeling the fire start to dance across his skin with fierce intensity.

He couldn't breathe, air and smoke choking up inside his lungs. Every inch of him ached with a bone-deep pain, fire dancing along his skin the same way it ate at his pelt. He lunged forwards, consumed with the need to pull his pelt from the fire, hands outreached towards the fireplace.

Arms wrapped around his middle, holding him back with surprising gentleness. Tommy doesn't care. He feels nothing but pain and anger.

He needs his pelt, it's burning, it hurts he needs it.

Dully, he's aware that he's started screaming. He fights desperately again the hold- it's Wilbur, he'd recognize it anywhere- thrashing and screaming as his pelts burns and so does he. He's never felt this way before, the soul-deep pain that blossoms deep inside of him, burning him from the inside out.

The flames had taken to the pelt like fish to feed, roaring up higher than Tommy had ever seen, consuming his pelt and filling the room with the horrible smell of smoke and burning hair. The bright flames burn his eyes.

His throat is getting sore. He can't even hear himself scream over the static ringing in his ears, the cackling of fire that gets louder and louder the longer his pelt is in the flames. He needs to get to it, needs to stop the pain because he can't take it anymore. He needs to save it before it's too late. But Wilbur's grip is tight around him, whispered sentenced lost to the symphony ringing inside of Tommy's head. He can hear Dream laughing.

He slams his foot down on top of Wilbur's, flinging his head back as hard as he could, connecting with his nose. Wilbur lets go with a cry, stumbling back and Tommy's free, jumping forwards as fast as he can, unable to pay attention to anything but the swirling flames and burning pelt.

He plunges his hands into the fire, fingers twitching in pain as he grabbed at his pelt, clutching onto it tightly as he pulled it out, hands grabbing onto his shoulders and dragging him out of the fire. His arms screamed in pain but it didn't even matter because all of him was still burning. He could barely even distinguish the feeling.

His pelt was out of the fire, and yet he still burned, screaming and writhing on the ground, someone's embrace wrapped around him, trying to grab at his arms, his pelt. He lashed out, throwing his head back but missing this time, someone's arm wrapping around his neck to keep his head there.

Everything was too loud. The flames still roar in his ears and he can hear someone speaking to him, trying to calm him down but it's all one senseless bundle of nothing, blending in his head until he couldn't hear a thing. He thinks that he's crying, he might even still be screaming based on the soreness of his throat, but he can't even hear that.

His focus is devoted to one thing only. His pelt held tightly in his hands, still smouldering as the flames dance across the fur. Tommy can feel it singing his fingertips, digging deep inside of his soul and latching on, determined to burn everything inside of him until there was nothing left but a hollow shell.